Duskfire Glacier you wouldn't draw my tears away

It's ok! :)

The ghost's lips quirked into a fuller smile at his enquiry, recounting the times her mother had giggled when she pronounced a word wrong, or got the sentences muddled up. They were fond memories, back when she too could laugh, could feel the waves of happiness wash over body and wrap her in a tender blanket of warmth - thinking about those times, they often made her upset (as though her entire being was not simply sad itself). Now was no different, but the sadness was masked with the excitement of speaking about the wonderful woman. "Spanish," She explained with a softness to her voice, "My mother taught me when I was a pup."